Rose Ann

“You don’t think me a handsome man?” She shrugged. “I’ve only seen your hands and eyes. For all I know, you’re hiding the face of a sun spirit in that hood.” Brishen scoffed at the idea. “Hardly.” He’d never lacked female company, and his people thought him well-favored. Certainly nothing as wretched as a sun spirit. He slid the hood back to his shoulders. The woman’s eyes rounded. She inhaled a harsh breath and clasped one hand to her chest. Her mollusk skin went a far more attractive shade of ash. She remained silent and stared at him until he raised a hand in question. “Well?” She exhaled slowly. The space between her eyebrows stitched into a single vertical frown line. “Had you crawled out from under my bed when I was a child, I would have bludgeoned you to death with my father’s mace.”
― Grace Draven, Radiance

“Woman of day,” he said slowly.  “You mean everything to me.”
― Grace Draven, Radiance

“Never doubt you were meant to be mine.”
― Penelope Fletcher, Venomous

“But men always though that all the women in the world attired themselves beautifully in order to attract them. She didn't know if they held that much significance to be so self-centered.”
― 月下蝶影, 八宝妆 Eight Treasures Trousseau